Here is a quick little video of Carter's first year. Enjoy!!
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Monday, July 29, 2013
Daddy's Home!
It's one of the most exciting times of the day.
We hear the garage door open and both kids-- and the cat, usually-- rush towards the kitchen door.
"It's our daddy!" Jacob yells.
And before he can set his keys down, Frank usually has Jacob jumping on top of him, Carter screaming because Jacob got there first, and the cat rubbing against his leg. He schleps them around as he sets down his phone and takes off his tie; Jacob trying to wrestle; Carter still yelling at Jacob; and the cat meowing. All of them are so happy to see a new playmate.
They basically don't leave him alone until bedtime, everyone waiting for their turn to be thrown into the air or tickled or taken outside. He's like their Pied Piper. Wherever he goes, three little creatures aren't far behind.
Exhibit 1:
Exhibit 2:
Exhibit 3:
How our evenings have changed in just 5 years!
We hear the garage door open and both kids-- and the cat, usually-- rush towards the kitchen door.
"It's our daddy!" Jacob yells.
And before he can set his keys down, Frank usually has Jacob jumping on top of him, Carter screaming because Jacob got there first, and the cat rubbing against his leg. He schleps them around as he sets down his phone and takes off his tie; Jacob trying to wrestle; Carter still yelling at Jacob; and the cat meowing. All of them are so happy to see a new playmate.
They basically don't leave him alone until bedtime, everyone waiting for their turn to be thrown into the air or tickled or taken outside. He's like their Pied Piper. Wherever he goes, three little creatures aren't far behind.
Exhibit 1:
Exhibit 2:
Exhibit 3:
How our evenings have changed in just 5 years!
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Wednesday Randoms
- Frank's parents visited us last Saturday-Monday, and it was great. Even though we didn't really do anything special, it was so nice to hang out...and have 2 extra sets of hands to help with kids!.
- The bad news: Jacob broke his curtain rods. (Side note: I could probably write a whole post about stuff Jacob broke.) The good news: a trip to Home Depot and two double-sided screws later, Grandpa Gary got them fixed!
- I don't usually get lotion from Bath and Body Works because it reminds me of junior high. However, we happened to be in there, and I picked up some Plum Lily Swirl for $5. It is so light and sweet that it makes me happy. I guess being reminded of junior high isn't so bad every now and then.
- The new dishwasher arrived on Monday, and it is fabulous!! It's an LG, and the reason I bought it was that it was supposed to be ultra quiet. Guess what? IT IS! It's hardly louder than a hum, and so far, it's working great.
- Last night, I realized that Frank and Jacob matched, completely by accident. Of course, I had to take a picture. (Jacob looks distraught because he had just gotten in trouble.)
- Over the weekend, I had the chance to take a bike ride not once but twice! I haven't biked since I was a little kid, and it was fun.
- Tonight we're stopping by Two Blokes and a Bus for dinner. Two Blokes and a Bus is a refurbished double-decker bus that sells street food. You can read more about it here. I am so excited to try it!
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Eleven Months
As I took Carter's 11 month picture this week, I realized how quickly my baby is growing. In a few short weeks, he'll be ONE!
He's really starting to get a personality with likes and dislikes. I said to someone this week that it's such a fun age because he's still a baby, easily entertained, and can't talk back, but at the same time, there are things he wants to do now that he's just too little to do, like going up the stairs so his temper is starting to show.
To celebrate his official last month of babyhood, I put together a quick "snapshot" of Carter's personality:
Likes: Blankets, music, cars, balls, being held, going outside and riding in his red car, pulling things out of cabinets, being chased
Dislikes: Getting his clothes or diaper changed, getting medicine, being away from mama
Favorite Foods: PASTA (especially mac and cheese), nutra-grain bars, carrots, graham crackers, bread, melon, and puffs
Least Favorite Foods: Anything that he can't pick up with his hands, bananas, and juice. He's eaten small bits of shredded chicken, but other than that, I can't find much meat that he likes or will eat yet.
Sleep: Goes to bed at 7:45 pm and wakes up around 5:45 am. Naps 8:45-9:45 am and 12:45-2 (ish) pm.
Says: Mama, Dada, Car (go figure). Lots of babbling and consonant sounds.
He has been such a cuddly, easy baby that this year has flown by!
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
The Looks I Get
When we get the boys dressed for church on Sunday, I always have the urge to take a picture. I want to capture that rare time when Jacob isn't in track shorts; when his hair is combed; when everyone is clean and smells like Johnson's baby lotion. (Because I still put a little baby lotion on my 3.5 year old. Kids who smell nice get treated nicer by teachers. It's true.)
The only glitch in my plan is that my boys never want to sit still for a picture. They don't want to look at me. They don't want to smile.
As soon as I put away the camera, they're photogenic again, but when I try to take a picture, these are the looks I get:
(See the temporary tattoo on Jacob's arm? He got it at a party the night before, and he thought it was way cool. Hopefully, his Sunday School teachers overlooked it since he smelled so pretty.)
Monday, July 8, 2013
Lawn Care With Jacob
Whenever we go outside, Jacob doesn't play. He works. He has lots of work to do, he always tells me.
He starts by mowing the lawn.
And sometimes the mower breaks down.
But finally, he's finished, and ready to put the mower back in the garage.
After mowing comes edging, complete with the high-pitched squealing noise that a real edger makes. (It doesn't matter that this is actually a wheelbarrow. It's his edger. Don't try to tell him otherwise.)
Then, he has to turn on the blower to blow the grass off the driveway. For this one, he uses a bike pump, but- you guessed it- he doesn't want to hear that this is really a bike pump. It's an edger. He is also accompanied by a loud "motor" noise.
Next, he has to clear the grass off the sidewalks.
Finally, he has finished with the lawn and can turn is attention to the landscaping.
So much to do, so little time!
He starts by mowing the lawn.
Sometimes it's hard work.
And sometimes the mower breaks down.
But finally, he's finished, and ready to put the mower back in the garage.
After mowing comes edging, complete with the high-pitched squealing noise that a real edger makes. (It doesn't matter that this is actually a wheelbarrow. It's his edger. Don't try to tell him otherwise.)
Then, he has to turn on the blower to blow the grass off the driveway. For this one, he uses a bike pump, but- you guessed it- he doesn't want to hear that this is really a bike pump. It's an edger. He is also accompanied by a loud "motor" noise.
Next, he has to clear the grass off the sidewalks.
Finally, he has finished with the lawn and can turn is attention to the landscaping.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Be The Match
A few weeks ago I stumbled upon this blog.
Her second child needed a bone marrow transplant, and at the time I read this post, the little boy's donor had backed out. There was literally nothing for them to do except a) wait for an international donor; b) wait for someone to register who may be a match (very unlikely); or c) wait for the situation to become so dire that they have to do a type of transplant called a haplo transplant, in which a non-matching parent donates, making it usually not as successful than a typical transplant.
Now, as someone who spends her days wondering whether peaches or melons have more nutritional value, whether a short-sleeved shirt or a sleeveless shirt would keep the boys more comfortable, and/or whether I should switch to an all-natural sunscreen- very minute details of my children's comfort and well-being-, and I cannot even begin to fathom how difficult it would be not to have any control over such life-or-death issues. As a parent, every kid is our kid.
Immediately after reading this post, I thought, "What if I am the match for this little boy?" "What if I am the match for someone else's mother/father/sister/son/daughter-in-law/nephew/friend/etc, and I'm not registered?"
That same day, I registered as a bone marrow donor at www.bethematch.org.
I have to back up and say that my husband registered in college (free t-shirt). He was called as a match during his first day back to work after Carter was born, sometime in late August 2012, which means he was on the registry for approximately 15 years before he received a call.
The Be The Match staff was extremely prompt and helpful in communicating with him and noted that if he didn't want to continue, he needed to say so now. We researched what he would need to do as a donor and learned about the two methods of donation.
He decided to continue.
They wanted him to do additional blood tests, which he did. The follow-up information from the Be The Match staff indicated that the recipient wasn't able to continue with the transplant, which could mean any one of a number of things. That was all the information we received, so we chose to hope for the best for this person. I was (and am) so proud of Frank for choosing to give a stranger a second chance at life. But with an itsy-bitsy baby, I kind of put this info on the back burner... until I read that post.
So a few weeks ago, I received the cheek-swab kit.
It's very easy. You take four q-tip type swabs from your cheek and mail them back, postage-paid.
Processing takes approximately 8 weeks, and I am in the middle of that stage. Even if I don't match right away, at least I will know I have done my part.
The good news is that Will, the little boy whose mom's post prompted my registering, found a match through an international donor. His fight isn't over, but at least this first important step has been taken.
If you would like to follow Will's story, you can do so here. In the meantime, I will wait and hope that things work out if I'm called.
Her second child needed a bone marrow transplant, and at the time I read this post, the little boy's donor had backed out. There was literally nothing for them to do except a) wait for an international donor; b) wait for someone to register who may be a match (very unlikely); or c) wait for the situation to become so dire that they have to do a type of transplant called a haplo transplant, in which a non-matching parent donates, making it usually not as successful than a typical transplant.
Now, as someone who spends her days wondering whether peaches or melons have more nutritional value, whether a short-sleeved shirt or a sleeveless shirt would keep the boys more comfortable, and/or whether I should switch to an all-natural sunscreen- very minute details of my children's comfort and well-being-, and I cannot even begin to fathom how difficult it would be not to have any control over such life-or-death issues. As a parent, every kid is our kid.
Immediately after reading this post, I thought, "What if I am the match for this little boy?" "What if I am the match for someone else's mother/father/sister/son/daughter-in-law/nephew/friend/etc, and I'm not registered?"
That same day, I registered as a bone marrow donor at www.bethematch.org.
I have to back up and say that my husband registered in college (free t-shirt). He was called as a match during his first day back to work after Carter was born, sometime in late August 2012, which means he was on the registry for approximately 15 years before he received a call.
The Be The Match staff was extremely prompt and helpful in communicating with him and noted that if he didn't want to continue, he needed to say so now. We researched what he would need to do as a donor and learned about the two methods of donation.
He decided to continue.
They wanted him to do additional blood tests, which he did. The follow-up information from the Be The Match staff indicated that the recipient wasn't able to continue with the transplant, which could mean any one of a number of things. That was all the information we received, so we chose to hope for the best for this person. I was (and am) so proud of Frank for choosing to give a stranger a second chance at life. But with an itsy-bitsy baby, I kind of put this info on the back burner... until I read that post.
So a few weeks ago, I received the cheek-swab kit.
It's very easy. You take four q-tip type swabs from your cheek and mail them back, postage-paid.
Processing takes approximately 8 weeks, and I am in the middle of that stage. Even if I don't match right away, at least I will know I have done my part.
The good news is that Will, the little boy whose mom's post prompted my registering, found a match through an international donor. His fight isn't over, but at least this first important step has been taken.
If you would like to follow Will's story, you can do so here. In the meantime, I will wait and hope that things work out if I'm called.
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